Blood, Sweat, & Years

YIKES!

So...

I went to a birthday party last Saturday at Son Cubano on 27th Street. Walked up to the door only to realize this was the building I worked in for FOUR years.

544 West 27th Street.



Cain.

I poured my blood sweat and tears into this nightclub.

Shocked, I entered to find everything had changed.
The bar was longer.
The beautiful wide planked wood floor was covered over by cheesy granite.
The walls were wallpapered in turquoise fluers.
The banquets were tufted pleather.

It looked like a 1980's Wall St. broker bought a charm filled old Victorian & stripped it of its charm by covering it with Formica, Black Granite, & Pastels.

Ugh.

It looked like Cain had imploded into a a 1980's Rooms Plus advertisement.

Ugh.

It was...
Tacky.

But...

The soul was still there.
My soul was still there.

I walked around in shock, taking it all in.

Where was everyone, I asked myself?!?

It was like meeting an ex boyfriend with his new girlfriend.

Which is odd bc it's been that kind of week!!!

Earlier in the day, I was walking towards Canal Street & ran into one of my close friends who used to work at Cain with me.

There was a kindness in his eyes.
An understanding and an acknowledgment of our past at Cain, that we both have been through a ton together.

We hugged for long and in that moment words didn't matter.

Years had turned us into adults.
Hindsight taught us the gift of our pasts curse.

Gratitude for all we went through.
Gratitude for all we learned.
Gratitude for all our hurt.
Gratitude for all our joy.

Today, we are a culmination of our pasts. But our pasts are simply in the past. So it's time to move on and step into the you of the NOW.

Repeat after me:
"I am a complete person."
The past is my gift.
The past is mine to enjoy.
The past is the past :)))

Xoxxo